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damonpsychopathsalvatore:

Damon was bored. It was becoming a recurring theme these days, and honestly he wasn’t having it. He looked around the bar, eyes stopping on a red head. After a moment of pondering, he pushed himself up and strolled over to her. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and leaning against the counter next to her.

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Summer fumbled the page turn, skipping five pages ahead, at the unexpected voice. Carefully, she laid the ereader down and turned to look at the newcomer, appraising him. Blue eyes, dark hair, appealing bad boy aura. Tall. “I’m sure you’re capable of it,” she replied. “Were you intending to ask permission, perhaps? Then yes, you may. Peach daiquiri.”

shatteredwhitecrow:

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   “I don’t wanna go back to Paris…”  Sounding too much like a stubborn child, the raven-haired Prince sighed heavily, body exhausted from all those trips, and even though they had given him some info about the Hubert’s past, it was very tiresome. With eyes burning from all the reading, and arms resting over the wooden table of the public library, almost as if he was too weak to lift them, soon enough, he gave up, letting his head fall down.

“Hey.” Summer put her hand on the guy’s shoulder and shook slightly. “Hey. Are you okay?” He was at one of those tables way off in the back, and nobody else was around. She pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, putting her chin on her hands on the tabletop and peering up through his arms.

“Hey.” She smiled.

thexhook:

iamthefirechild:

“Shan’t. Now let me /see/.” She brushed her fingers over his arm and interposed a painblock.

“Just-” It seemed like it would be impossible to say anything to that woman and she obeys him. Even if she was being careful with his arm, he still pulling it to himself. “I’ll be fine, just don’t…”

“Oh, of course, it will be fine, hurting that much.” Her tone was sharp, scolding. “Men. Honestly. You can either let me see it, or I’ll call someone more official to handle this.”

Summer gives up on Stanley. First he’s her friend, then he wants to be a brother, then he loves her, then he won’t touch her … it’s too confusing. Even trying to use her powers on him doesn’t help. The whole thing just leaves her in tears and despair.

She writes him a short, simple note.

Dear Stanley,
    I think I’ve fallen in love with you. I didn’t mean to. I don’t think you wanted me to, but I don’t know how to help it. When you’re kind, when you look at me with those blue, blue eyes, it’s irresistible. But I don’t think you love me. I can’t figure out what you want.
    So I’m going away. Forever. By the time you get this note, it should be too late to stop me. I’m sorry. I do love you.
                      yours, Summer

thexhook:

iamthefirechild:

“Shhh, just relax, let me see.”

“No, no. Get away, lass…” He pulled his injured arm only to embrace it as he closed his eyes, trying not to think about the pain he felt.

“Shan’t. Now let me /see/.” She brushed her fingers over his arm and interposed a painblock.